Lyrics:
hell
As you can can tell saved by the bell
This ain't a game I've got control
Lamar on the hold Kicks to the chest
Put you in a hole 6 feet me times 3
I
flawless and awesome, it's
Gotta be hard finding time to perfect all your rhymes
Every night at Narcotics Anonymous
Hi Dave, hi Dave, hi Dave!
I'm not
no, I don't miss him
In fact, it slipped my mind
There's a hole in the bottle of wine (Shania)
I keep my cool, play by all the rules
Hmm, I swear
Hole in the bottle
That bottle of wine
Hole in the bottle
It ain't my fault
So don't blame me
I swear I just came here to unwind and have one
a hole in her stockin'
And we danced by the light of the moon!
I danced all night with a bottle in my hand!
Bottle in my hand, bottle in my hand
I
(Bitch)
Sippin' on bottles, flyin' high on planes
Gotta lotta bad women, I don't even know their names
Toppers and tats, you know I got flame
When I pull
don't miss him
In fact, it slipped my mind
There's a hole in the bottle of wine
I keep my cool
Play by all the rules
I swear ten minutes ago that
Dave, what up, man? It's me, um
Just callin' to see, if possible
If you have any time today or within the next couple of days
If, if, you're in
We were playing games at Dave and Busters
Took me by the hand told me to trust her
Don't know if she love me but I wonder
I know that she know I'm
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
to fossilize it
To make sure none of you bammers
Try to reprise it what
Life's a bitch and then you die
That buck that bought a bottle
Could've struck the lotto
DAVE
the cameras are rolling:
the people want a little drama
they’re rolling heads down the lanes at the bowl-o-rama the drones are raining hellfire
the bitches at the club and the bottles on us
That's what everybody say, oh yeah
We gon' turn up, niggas know
Bitch I'm tryna get paid
Think about it every
started, fire in the hole, gun fire it’s a go!
Run, tired while it’s fun, sun wired in the stroll
-Baby screaming for the bottle like a drunk bum
Fiending
...oh, hey! What! Dave, is that you? Yeah? What day is it? Saturday. Saturday? What do you mean, I've been
in here a week? I have? I don't
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
ex/X, like Los Angeles
And the nights are scandalous
Thick like big bread basket sandwiches
Choke on that, we smoke on bats
And put a hole through
Dave Hangin out the roof of that 01 max,
Wiz and Heathcat rollin up some blunts in the back,
Oobi chillin in between em with a cold one cracked,
corvette
Lionel, Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a washburn
Stretched
or are led by, rapture by the bedside
Dreams blend with reality, eight limbs locked in a fantasy
With four left behind by the time Dave makes eggs with her
from a red Corvette
Lionel, Dave and the butcher made three
Oh you got to meet me by the
Knuckles of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a Washburn
Can we make it out the hood with this one
Yeah I'm laughing like lol
You a joke made by Dave Chappelle
My belt made from shells
Walking in the ocean
Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
Well, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a Washburn stretched
know you
Bottle after bottle after bottle after bottle
Bottle after bottle
You know how dem hoes do
You know they'll expose you
Blue note letters lie
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